Partners (Fire & Lies - One)

by Lilliana Anderson

  He reaches up and pushes my hair back from my face. “I think we both would.” Bringing my mouth to his, I slide my leg over his body and settle myself on top of him, whimpering slightly as I feel the throb of his hard cock as it presses between my thighs.

  I slide my folds up and down his shaft, grinding myself against him as his hands move down to squeeze my arse and then my hips, his strong grip, always biting into me, verging on painful. But I love it. I love the intensity in his need to grip me. I’ll be bruised from his hands, just like I was the last time. But I love that he marks me. I’m not sure what that says about me…

  With a sudden growl, he grips me harder and lifts me off his waist, dragging me up his body as if I’m weightless. My arms reach out and grip the headboard as his mouth closes over my core and his tongue dives inside me.

  “Holy shit,” I gasp as his tongue circles my bundle of nerves, swollen and hard and so close to release.

  His arms curl around my thighs and his hands splay over my belly, pulling at my flesh as his mouth moves against me and my body spasms, my climax coming all too quickly. His hands shift to my hips again and he moves me back down to his waist, plunging himself inside me as he rocks his hips up in one swift movement.

  “Ah!” I gasp, my body shuddering as warm swirls through me, hardening my nipples into small tight peaks as his hands slide over them and I push up through my thighs, bringing myself down to meet each of his thrusts.

  He moves his hands again and pulls me down toward him, our mouths locking together as our hips continue to move. I whimper as he moans, and before long, we’re coming, shuddering, and crying out, whispering names and quivering like we’ve just been through something monumental.

  We lie there, catching our breath as his fingertips glide up and down my back, and I rest my head on his chest, keeping him inside me.

  “Are you really sure you want to go through with it?” he asks after a while.

  I nod. “I’m sure. I need to find a way.”

  He lets out a sigh of resignation. “Ok then. Well, I know someone who can help us. But this is going to have to be done my way and under my orders. Otherwise we’re all going to end up in prison. Do you think you can do that?”

  I sit up, sliding off him to sit beside him. “You want to do it with me?” I shake my head, feeling like this just got way too complicated. “No, Aiden. I’m not risking you too. What about your business? What about the club? You have people who need you. No one needs me. No one needs Leah. We’re both willing to go down for it if it doesn’t work out. The answer is no, Aiden. No.”

  He slides out of the bed, his face stern as he stands in front of me, buck naked with his hands on his hips. “This isn’t an option, Chloe. You can’t get in there without me, and you certainly can’t get out with what you want without me. We do it my way, or we don’t do it at all. Understood?”

  I open my mouth to speak but shut it, having nothing to say. He’s right. I can’t get into that bank without him. The original plan is going to have to change. I just hope Leah will go along with it…

  “Understood?” he repeats, and I nod.

  “Understood.”

  “Good,” he says, extending his hand to me. “Now, get your arse in the shower. I’m going to fuck you, clean you then feed you. Then we’re going into the office. We’ve got shit to plan.”

  When I take his hand, he tugs me toward him, hoisting me up and throwing me over his shoulder. I squeal in surprise, and then reach down and slap at his arse, squealing again when he slaps mine much harder, before he takes me into the bathroom and proceeds to fulfil his promise.

  Chapter Twenty–Three

  Aiden

  “NICE OF you to grace us with your presence today,” Jared says, as he sees me walk through the door to the office. “Don’t worry. I fucking covered your shift at Ark and told Marli that you were on another job. Although you’d know all that if you answered your fucking phone,” he rants as he stands up from his desk and walks toward me.

  It’s then that Chloe decides to appear from behind me, offering him a small wave as she presses her lips together looking a little awkward but fucking adorable. My eyes drift to my office and I wonder how much Jared would be able to hear…

  “Oh. Hello again. I guess this explains your absenteeism of late. How are you, sweetheart? It’s Chloe right?”

  He extends his hand and she takes it. “Yes. It’s Chloe. Nice to see you again.”

  “The pleasure’s all mine, believe me,” he grins, his eyes travelling over her curves with admiration.

  I clear my throat loudly and shoot him a look of warning. He lifts his hands as if surrendering. “You’ve got nothing to worry about from me. Just looking.” He gives Chloe a wink. “I had a feeling I’d see you again. You had him all tied up in knots last time.”

  “Oh I did, did I?” she laughs, and I hold my hand up to stop this ridiculous conversation.

  “All right. Enough. We’re not here to talk shit. We’re here to talk business. Jared, what if I told you that Chloe here, works for a big bank and they’re interested in hiring a man with your skills to test the vulnerability of their systems to hackers–would you be interested?”

  He folds his arms across his chest and looks down at the both of us. He towers over me and he makes Chloe look like a kid as she only comes up to his chest height. “I’d be interested. I can hack most banks with my eyes closed. But I’d also say that I think you’re full of shit. Ain’t no way, Chloe Donovan works for a bank.” He turns to her. “I know who you are. I did some research on you after you got him all worked up the other day,” he explains.

  I laugh. I can’t help it. The kid sees straight through me. “Well, are you still interested?”

  “Fuck yeah, man. If you need access, I’m your man. With the shit pay you’re handing out, I hack those greedy fucks all the time–spread the wealth a little. I’ve gotta save for my retirement.”

  “Wait up a second,” Chloe says. “Hacking? I thought you did club security and some recovery operations. But hacking? That’s a whole other ball game.”

  “A game that I excel at my young lass,” Jared crows, loving it when he gets the chance to toot his own horn.

  “You never met him, but Jared came to me from Donovan Corp where his skills were more widely used. Your father wasn’t exactly above board himself, as you know. So Jared was quite the asset.”

  “Believe me, I know my father wasn’t the perfect citizen. You don’t get that rich by being a good guy.”

  “Why are we clearing his name again?”

  “Because he’s innocent.”

  “Whoa. What?” Jared says suddenly. “Old man Donovan is innocent? Bullshit. I looked into those transactions myself. They all came from him.”

  “It wasn’t him. It was Audrey and Goldsmith,” I inform him.

  “Audrey? The red head with the big tits?” he says, holding his hands out to mime her ample bosom.

  “Yes,” Chloe confirms.

  “Shit. What was her motive for doing that?”

  Chloe and I explain the whole scenario to him, and when we’re done, he has one word for us. “Fuckers!”

  Then he rubs his hands together. “Ok. Well, if we need to get into that vault then we need to get into that vault. Just let me pull up the schematics and we can see what we’re dealing with.”

  He moves over to his laptop and opens it up, his fingers dancing over the keys at lightning speed.

  “Wait. What you’re doing can’t be traced back here, can it?” Chloe asks, obviously worried that we’d get busted before we’ve even started.

  “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I do this shit all the time for fun. Just relax. Leave this to the professionals. Just promise me that you bring me something pretty from those safety deposit boxes.”

  “We’ve got to get in there and out without detection first,” I say, moving to where I can see the screen.

  “Well, that part’s on you, boss. I can get you access,
but you’ll have to get in there and out without getting yourself on the most wanted list. Have you thought that part out yet?”

  “Yeah, we have,” Chloe says. “We’re going to go in as other people.”

  “Other people?”

  “Yeah, man,” I say. “You should see the bang up makeup job she can do–makes you look completely different.”

  He laughs. “Jesus, dude. You’re whipped by this one. She got you to agree to makeup. I’m impressed.” He looks at her, impressed, then turns back to his screen, yelping when I give him a punch in the arm for calling me whipped. “Ok,” he says, rubbing at his arm. “So we’re doing this, huh? We’re robbing a bank.” He continues typing on his keyboard as a grin spreads across his face. “This is awesome. I fucking love it. Best day at work. EVER.”

  Shaking my head, I tell him that we’ll leave him to it for a while and guide Chloe to my office and shut the door, bailing her up against the wall with my arms on either side of her.

  She looks up at me. “And you’re positive we can trust him? He was awfully quick to agree to do this.”

  “That kid lives for the hack. He only works here to look respectable,” I explain, dipping my head and kissing her neck. I inhale her scent, filling my lungs with her as I move my mouth and kiss her jaw.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she murmurs, her voice deep as her breathing changes.

  “Everything I’ve always wanted to but couldn’t,” I state, reaching down to lift her up and carry her over to my desk. I set her down on the edge, her legs wrapped around me as I kiss her passionately. Even though I just had her an hour ago, I’m feeling as though it’s been too long since my last taste.

  She’s wearing the black dress she wore to the bank yesterday but without the wide belt. I push it up, grabbing at her panties, as I demand access to her core.

  “Do you know how many times I wanted to take you at your desk?” I murmur, as I slide my fingers underneath the elastic and pull back firmly, breaking the flimsy fabric and causing her to gasp. “I could pretend that was an accident. But I fucking did that on purpose.”

  I take the seat in front of her, admiring her moist lips as my face levels with her open thighs. “This is what I enjoy about you. You’re always so fucking ready for me.” I dive in, lapping at her hungrily as she gasps out softly, trying to keep her moans to the minimum. I suck at her swollen nub, loving the way she shudders and pulses beneath my mouth as I slide my fingers into her warm wet walls.

  I groan and my cock strains against my pants as I feel her walls tighten around my fingers as they pulse in and out of her. I want in there so badly that I’m aching right now.

  Her fingers slide into my hair as her hips roll and she fucks my face. Her moans becoming less controlled as I bring her to her climax. Her clit pulses beneath my tongue as she shudders and squeezes, her hands pulling at my hair and her thighs closing around my head as she comes hard against my mouth.

  “Oh sugar, you’re so fucking sweet,” I moan, greedily lapping at her juices until her spasms subside and her grip on me lessens.

  I pull away, wiping at my mouth before I stand and kiss her again, sharing her taste with her as she whimpers into my mouth and her body shakes. She’s like putty in my hands and so damn responsive to my touch that she makes me feel like a god.

  Her hands move to the waist of my pants, ready to move this forward, but I make a sound in my throat and move out of her reach. “Not yet,” I whisper, reaching down to pick her torn underwear off the floor and holding them up. “You won’t be needing these,” I say as I stuff them in my pocket.

  She grins, her cheeks flushed beautifully as she tilts her head for yet another kiss. “Then I’ll quit wearing them all together.”

  My cock jumps and I slide my hands into her hair, gripping it in fistfuls as I close my mouth over hers. Fuck. I’m supposed to rob a bank with this woman. How am I supposed to do that when all I can think about is my dick inside her?

  “Ah, fuck it,” I say, pulling out my cock. I can’t fucking stay out of her. She lets out a surprised gasp and moans as I drive into her, pulsing back and forth until my climax spills out of me and we’re kissing again, our mouths moving softly as we explore every tiny surface within each other’s mouths.

  Slowly, I pull away, taking a moment to breathe and bring myself back down to earth. Then grabbing some tissues from my desk, I help clean us up and pull her off the desk, helping her to fix her skirt.

  Reaching around her, I open my top draw and pull out a tin of mints, pulling one out and holding it to her lips, smiling as she takes it and gives me a curious look.

  “Does my breath smell?” she asks, with a grin as she watches me pop mints in my mouth as well. I crunch down, the flavour washing over my tongue in a cool burst of freshness.

  “Yeah, it smells like your pussy. And no one gets to smell your sweet core except for me.” I replace the tin in the draw and kiss her again, our combined minty breath, cool against my tongue. “Come on. We’d better get out there or I’m just going to get inside you all over again.”

  “That wouldn’t be so bad,” she replies, reaching up to smooth out her hair as I take her hand, and we walk toward the door to go and check on Jared.

  When we get to him, he’s still doing exactly what he was doing before, but he has a pile of printed pages sitting next to him now that weren’t there before. If he has any clue what we were doing, he doesn’t let on. He just glances at us briefly and then continues with what he was doing.

  “I’ve come up with a brilliant plan,” he says, hitting a key on his computer that sends the printer whirring to life.

  “Oh yeah? What are you, a genius now?”

  He frowns. “Um, yeah. I thought you already knew that.”

  “Seriously? Then what the fuck are you doing working for me?”

  He shrugs and looks at me like I have two heads. “Hot chicks in night clubs.”

  “Makes perfect sense,” I say, pulling up a chair for me and for Chloe. “All right, genius. Show us what you’ve got.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chloe

  “MY BRILLIANT plan stems from this,” Jared says, showing us an article he’s printed up about the terror alert being increased that has been featured heavily in the news this week.

  “Terrorists?” Aiden asks.

  “Sort of. We’re going to create an epic diversion.”

  “We’re not going to set a bomb off or anything are we?” I ask, suddenly feeling a little nervous. It was one thing for me to want to break into a bank vault, but something else altogether if innocent lives are on the line.

  “No, sweetheart. Nothing like that. We just need it to look like something is happening.”

  “And how are you going to do that?”

  “Well, emergency services respond to certain codes. And all of those codes get put into a system, and the most important ones get the most man power.”

  “So we create a terrorist alert and have them all respond to one location while we’re hitting another?” I ask.

  He taps the side of his nose and winks at me. “She’s smart this one.” He turns his laptop around and shows us the screen. “The bank you’re interested in is here,” he says, tapping the area on the map he’s pulled up of the city. “And over here, is the Goldsmith building.” He glances up at us with a cheeky grin on his face. “Save your applause for later. I already know that this is brilliant.”

  Aiden and I exchange an amused glance as Jared goes on. “So, the Goldsmith building is high tech. No one gets in there without a thumb scan, an id card, and a security check. And what’s the point in all of this if something happens and the perp tries to take off?” Without waiting for us to respond, he goes on. “I’m glad you asked, boys and girls, because this is where we are going to have the very people we are targeting out of action for hours–the building has a lockdown system. I can control it so that no one gets in and no one gets out.”

  “What happens if s
omeone sets a fire?” Aiden asks. “I can’t imagine that protocol would get a permit without a failsafe.”

  “Another good question, and the answer is yes, there is a failsafe in case of fire. But I can override that.”

  “Ok, so we can lock down the building. But how do we get emergency services involved?” I ask, loving his ideas thus far. I never thought of using a hacker on a bank job, but it’s such an obvious need–everything is electronic these days.

  “I create false reports and put them into the system.”

  “Can’t they track that type of thing?” I ask.

  “Of course they can–if you don’t know what you’re doing.”

  I grin, caught in his enthusiasm. “And you obviously do.”

  “I do. Do you know much about hacking, Chloe?”

  “Not a lot. Only what I’ve seen in movies and on TV.”

  “Well, there’s a big community of hackers. To most, it’s kind of like being a digital graffiti artist, and people leave a special marker on their work so that someone else can’t claim the code. And the code is like art too. Certain people do things a certain way, and if you’re known, then your work can get picked out.”

  “That doesn’t sound very safe.”

  “No. It isn’t. But it’s about bragging and skirting the edge of danger as close as you can by being known but without being caught,” he explains. “Do you know what the best hackers do–the ones who do things that no one ever hears about?”

  I shake my head, my eyes wide as I listen to the information about a world I’ve never experienced. He leans toward me, his blue eyes shining with life and excitement.

  “The best don’t give a shit about bragging. They alter their digital print as often as they change their underwear and they don’t leave a fucking marker. They get in. They get the job done. And the rest of us are none the wiser.”

  “I’m assuming you’re the latter?”

  “I sure am. Welcome to the darkside, sweetheart. Sometimes, we even have cookies,” he says with a wink as he grins up at Aiden.

  I look over at Aiden. “The darkside?”